The son has grown, yet his father’s arms have never held him. Not from a lack of care, but because the father’s dream was bound to the earth— to the fields he tilled,
the soil watered with his sweat and toil. He never thought to give gentle love; he sought strength instead. Tonight, beneath the dazzling starlight, the son stands tall, yet in the vast, endless sky, he is but one small, flickering star among a sea of countless others.

Written in the Stars

Oil on Canvas, 200x120cm, 2020